It was such a bizarre scene.
A black wizard taking confession proudly in a secret lab of the Wizards.
If a stranger hears it, he will laugh because it was a ridiculous la joke, or would say it was an ungodly thing that cannot be said.
But surprisingly, it was actually happening in the underground secret laboratory of the Mattel Lab.
It was like……. a very sacred and unsacred sight at the sa ti.
The suffering boy was freed from pain and fear whenever he confessed, and the Warlock, who held hands together, recalled the contents of the scripture and asked God for forgiveness.
Everyone watched this ridiculous scene without saying a word.
anwhile, Oliver, his voice was calm as if there were no emotions, but his face… it was completely covered in darkness, perhaps because of the darkness of the laboratory.
Thus no one could see what expression it was.
"Lastly… I couldn't save my brother who went to the lab first. He asked for help, but I was so scared. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The boy cried for forgiveness– to his brother and to God.
Oliver asked God for forgiveness in a calm voice as before.
"Holy Father, forgive us for our sins….. We are weak and troubled. Holy Father, forgive your child’s sins. Your child is asking like this. Mallelujah."
"Mallelujah… thank you. Thank you…"
Oliver said, gently raising his hands over the swollen boy's eyes.
"… It's okay now, so sleep comfortably. When you close your eyes and wake up……. Everything will be fine."
The boy did not answer, but fell asleep without fear, and Oliver held his hand until the boy was completely asleep.
"……."
After a short and long silence, the boy fell into complete sleep.
Oliver said to the children around him, letting go of his hands carefully.
"Everyone, please wait here for a mont."
Oliver looked out of the lab, leaving the words.
Mattel's researchers were standing there with the lights backlit.
Oliver looked at Rosbane and asked again.
"Can you wait?"
Rosbane nodded and brought the other children behind him like the eldest brother.
Oliver nodded and walked out of the lab.
As soon as Oliver approached, Mattel Wizards stepped back and made room for him.
According to the information on the World Tree, the number should not be large, should be around 20.
But the amount and quality of mana were enormous.
So were as good as the three wizards he faced when he ca in, while one was stronger than all of the other wizards combined.
"… Thank you for your patience."
Oliver said to the wizard at the end of the group.
The man's age was in his mid to late 20s, and he was quite young, both objectively and subjectively.
He seed quite surprised by Oliver's behavior, but he didn't show it on the outside.
"How did you know I was in charge here?"
"I just saw. Thank you again. Thank you for not disturbing earlier."
"I'm grateful, too. I saw sothing funny. A Warlock taking confessions. I saw sothing really rare.”
Oliver agreed.
He still didn't understand why he did that.
He could only explain that he just thought he should do that.
But apart from that, he felt uncomfortable.
It was hard to explain, but it was a little annoying.
So Oliver spoke bluntly without realizing it.
"………I'm sorry, but could you please step aside so that we can pass? I'm very tired today.”
The man looked back and shook his head.
"That would be hard, I can't let you go after this fuss. Most of all, those half-dead guys are my friends. They are also elite from the Magic Tower who graduated with high grades. I need to get compensation for the damage.”
"That's a relief.”
"What?"
Oliver placed his quarterstaff aside, took off his coat, and rolled up his sleeves.
"Actually, I didn't want to just let go of you either.”
With those words, Oliver placed his hand on his chest and… tried to extract his emotions.
SHUUUUU
For the first ti, Oliver extracted his emotions, a tiny amount, without taking a Pilgaret.
A very unusual mont.
And at that mont, an older-looking wizard who felt sothing was wrong tried to attack Oliver imdiately.
Oliver tried to respond accordingly.
"Hell…"
BOOM
Suddenly, a huge light burst between Oliver and the wizard.
Looking at the surprised reaction of the Mattel Wizards, it didn't seem like it had anything to do with them.
As Oliver continued to wonder who it was, he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, mate. I ca to get paid for my loan."
Bald upper head, drooping hairs like seaweed on the side, and an egg-like head– the old man from the bookstore appeared in the air.
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Oliver was taken aback.
He couldn’t believe seeing the old man from the bookstore here and wondered how he showed up here
And it didn't seem like only Oliver was surprised.
All Mattel Wizards seed to be stunned by the appearance of the old man.
"Who the hell are you? Are you with him…?"
In response to a wizard's attempt to ask, the old wizard, who had attacked Oliver earlier, intervened by stopping him.
Looking at his emotional state, it seed like he knew the identity of the old man.
"Archiver rlin?”
"Ho-ho…do you know ?"
The old man from the bookstore asked in an arrogant, confident voice, not a humble voice when he talked to Oliver.
Mattel Wizards, who were arrogant until a while ago, began to shake when they heard the word [Archiver rlin].
The old wizard answered rlin's question.
"I t you from afar 20 years ago. My na is Finn Rousseau, a disciple of Grandmage Theodore."
"Ah, I rember. A Rare-case. I thought you would die since you went under Theo, but I guess you didn't. Congratulations."
The man nad Finn Rousseau bowed his head politely at the words. It was with respect from the bottom of my heart, not a pretense.
Sohow the atmosphere went off strangely.
The atmosphere that seed like a fight was going to break, die down like a lie, and it took a completely new turn.
The man, who appeared to be the leader of the group of wizards, intervened unpleasantly.
"What are you all doing?”
As the old wizard was about to say sothing, the old man from the bookstore…. No, rlin said.
"Let's see… Shiny blonde, white skin without blemishes, a sturdy physique– neither fat nor thin, tall, upright, and no glasses…Aha, you must be Carl, grandson of Theo, the one behind many rumors. It's nice to et you, mate. I'm a friend of your grandpa."
Carl looked silently at rlin's stretched hand.
As much as he wanted to ignore it because of his temper, he hesitated and soon stretched his hand, as if pressed by rlin's spirit.
rlin smiled and shook hands with Carl.
"Not only do you look like Theo, but the shitty personality also seems to be the sa.”
Carl snapped.
"Watch your mouth. I don't know what relationship you have with my grandfather in the past, but he is now a Grandmage, the head of the School of life magic."
Instead of being surprised or angry, rlin stared– as if looking at soone pitiful.
"…Hey Rousseau."
"Yes, Sir. rlin."
"I guess young chaps don't know about , huh.”
"Sorry, I'm sorry, Sir."
"No, no, no. Forgetting is a great blessing. I didn't expect anything in the first place… Anyway, I'll take this friend."
rlin said, putting his hand on Oliver's shoulder.
Everyone was surprised, surprised but didn't think about giving in.
"What?"
"That's right, mate. This is a friend I've been paying attention to for a long ti, it was you guys who butt in with your funny tricks.”
"Paying attention?”
"Aha… I guess you guys just approved it roughly without reviewing properly. You guys are always the sa. Really smart in so things, but really dumb in other things… Or is it the person in charge's fault?"
rlin narrowed his eyes and looked at Carl.
As soon as Carl received the look, he expressed his anger, but he was overwheld by rlin's pressure and could not say anything.
"Did you think I don’t know how you guys work?"
"…"
"You had kept an eye on this friend from the beginning, and that eye should have told you he was with . Did you think I didn’t notice it the first day this friend entered the gray market?"
"……."
"I was kind of enjoying my ti with this friend a little bit. But you didn't ask my permission and made a move…. Isn't that sothing I can be displeased with? Feel free to answer, I won’t mind what you say now."
When Carl tried to say sothing, Rousseau stopped him. It was like a babysitter stopping a child.
"We’re extrely sorry, Sir. rlin… We acted a little rashly this ti."
"Huh, it's nice to see you admit your fault. I understand, accident happen at work. Anyway, can I take this guy? No one's dead, so everything’s good, right?"
rlin placed his hand on Oliver's shoulder and asked.
It seed like a friendly question, but it was more of a notification under the guise of a question.
The other side was also aware of this.
In a long silence that pressed down the surroundings, Rousseau finally opened his mouth.
"…of course. Rather, thank you for understanding."
Clap!
rlin clapped his hands. as if he had finished his work
"Good. So, will you cooperate?”
rlin asked, looking back at Oliver standing behind his back.
Oliver looked at rlin, at the emotion in his hand, and then the laboratory, to be precise– the kids inside the laboratory.
"Yes, but can they co with ?”
Oliver asked, pointing to the closed laboratory door.
It was more of a demand than a question.
However, Carl shouted before rlin could answer.
"What the fu*k!!"
Rousseau was flustered by the sudden roar and tried to stop him, but it did not work.
"Let go of them! Those trashes over there are the ones that we recently succeeded in experinting! What the fu*k do an by taking them!?”
It seed to be more than just pride.
rlin asked as if he had noticed sothing.
"Hmm… Are they related to the reincarnation project?"
"Yes!"
Shouted Carl. Judging from the reaction, it did seem to matter.
rlin pondered for a mont, then looked at Oliver. He tried to ask sothing, but when he saw Oliver's expression, he gave up and saw Mattel Wizards again.
"…I'll take them as compensation.”
"!! Are you kidding?”
"… It's not a joke, mate… I'm not in a position to joke around with you. Let's be clear. You've put your foot in my quiet zone and bothered . Whether you admit it or not, you owe here. And I need to be compensated.”
"……."
"What are you going to do? Will you accept my reasonable request now and go back with a smile on everyone’s faces… Or do you want to check out the skills of the Wizard your grandpa never once defeated? For your information, I’m fine with both.”
At that mont, rlin freed so of the mana hidden deep in his body.
Mana particles quickly scattered in all directions in the air, sweeping through everything.
The force was so intense that everyone's bodies went numb.
It seed to indicate the difference in power.
It was simple but effective, and Carl said in a cold sweat.
"Ugh, Ugh….. Do you think this is acceptable? How dare you try to take our research results!!?"
"Acceptable? That doesn't matter, mate. It's whether you have the power to do that or not. Didn’t your grandpa teach that?”
"……."
When Carl couldn't say anything, Rousseau interrupted again.
Before he knew it, he aid to calm the situation as much as possible.
"You can take them with you, Sir. rlin, but just make one promise."
"……what is it?"
"…don't take away our research by examining the bodies of the children over there. It’s a request to a fellow scholar."
Carl tried to complain about sothing, but Rousseau stopped him.
"All right. I promise, as a fellow scholar."
That brought the case to a close.
There was an atmosphere in which no one could raise any more objections
rlin said, turning his head toward Oliver.
"Will you bring the children?"
"Yes."
Oliver put his emotions in the test tube, opened the laboratory door, and went to pick up the kids, while rlin confronted Mattel Wizards alone.
In an atmosphere that was completely opposite to when Oliver faced the Mattel Wizards, Carl said in a low voice.
"…I'll talk to my grandfather about this."
"You don't have to do that, mate. I'll go see him myself."
(To be Continued on Jan 16 {MON})
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